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Luna Lovegood (luna_llena) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Hm," and then after a moment. "What does loopiness have to do with 'balls?'" That she was still curious about. "Does it boost testosterone levels?" Luna visibly perked up when he spoke of ghosts, "A ghost? Why were you chasing a ghost?" Didn't he know that ghosts could be a lot faster than humans? That they could float through walls? This seemed interesting.

She had not meant to hurt him in touching the mark, far more used to magically attached tattoos or open wounds than this odd middle ground. Dean gently pulled her outstretched hand away from the tattoo, and the sight of his much larger hand over hers was sort of fascinating. When he released her fingers after a moment, she followed his lead and picked up her own can of beer.

"I like hot chocolate as well," with a firm little nod, she punctuated the fact. Just before wrinkling her nose up slightly. "Coffee?" She shook her blonde head, "I prefer tea. With honey and milk."

Part of the reason that she stayed close was because he was radiating heat, the other was because she saw no reason that she should move. If he had told or asked her to, she would have, but otherwise she could not see a reason that it was imperative. Luna had always found it easier to be peaceful than anything else. Things might come and go, dangers and frightening things, but as long as she could see the sky on occasion, dance when she wanted to and look for her magical creatures, there was little reason to be anything else but herself.

If the kiss to her cheeks surprised him, than the sudden lips against her skin certainly surprised her into blinking. "I don't know if they do." And then she smiled, "Are all Americans this affectionate?"